Martin Smith
Martin Smith
Steve Gray
by Steve Gray Previous episode It’s one of those average mornings, the weather is overcast and it’s been drizzly, that late Autumn feel that sometimes makes people miserable, with lots of people anticipating the oncoming winter season. They are not ready for it yet so they stay at
Martin Smith
Denise Main & Ian Chisholm
Denise Main Ian Chisholm Have you read the previous chapter yet? At last, the weather had cleared and the sun shone bravely through the clouds. But on days such as this, as he walked, George was reminded of what it would be like in Fingal Sound in the summer. Fingal
Kristine Fitzgerald
By Kristine Fitzgerald Have you read the previous chapters yet? Hopping over the grass, Fletcher looked out to the lake. A little further down the hill he could see Bonnie and Daniel sitting side by side. He hopped towards them and sat on the grass just in front of them.
Steve Gray
by Steve Gray Previous Episode Next Episode Gail from the Accountants is going through a quiet time of the year at her practice, she loves the area, the range of shops and so on and most of the proprietors. She’s thinking of doing a get-together. A chance to
Andy Mclean
by Andy Mclean The air inside the cavernous steel shed is hot and sticky, and ripe with a thick soup of odours: sweat, cigarette smoke and animal faeces. A large diesel generator grinds and vibrates just outside the closed roller-door, pumping two-forty to the large halogen spotlights and
Martin Smith
Andy Mclean
A short story by Andy Mclean In the darkness of the early morning, a tearing, grinding screech reverberates throughout the entire ship. Despite her thousand ton bulk, she shivers like a leaf in the breeze, until the grinding stops and she floats forward, silent except for the water hissing against
Phoebe Hancox
A Serial Poem by Phoebe Hancox Imagine my utter surprise When my dinner began talking to me. ‘Oi Miss!’ it shouted With a thick bogan accent. Talking sardines Were not on my bingo card this year. Though there I was, barefoot in the kitchen, Wondering if I was crazy. ‘Sorry
Steve Gray
by Steve Gray Previous Episode Saturday In Hill Street, a few doors up from the shops, there’s a young family, Mum, Jo Graham and Dad Mike, with two young kids who are livewires, Tito (7-year-old) and Rosa (6-year-old). It’s mid Saturday morning, and the
Geelong Cereal Community
The Geelong Cereal Community's response to our call-out for microfiction has been wonderful. Our heartfelt gratitude and congratulations to everyone who contributed to the premiere edition of Microfiction Mondays. Please enjoy this diverse and memorable collection of shadow- filled reflections, poignant prose, humour, and clever word play.